40th Post-It

[reaping_havoc]

This isn't so bad. Sure, the sand gets fucking everywhere and the heat sucks and manual labor is the pits, but it's still better than a lot of other historical periods we could be in.

....Where the fuck is my car?

Comments

[bitingnightmare]

Fate worse than death.

[reaping_havoc]

You're telling me.

...Do I know you?

[bitingnightmare]

I don't think so.

[reaping_havoc]

I'm George. So what do I call you; Pharaoh, Priest, or Peasant?

[bitingnightmare]

A jackal for Anubis to some, but really you can call me Cori.

[reaping_havoc]

Nice to meet you, Cori. Going to drag me away to be mummified? Because really, today's just not that day.

[bitingnightmare]

Don't worry, George, I'm not really into encasement.

[reaping_havoc]

Good to know.

So. Any of your friends horrifically cursed?

[bitingnightmare]

A couple off hand, but it's not my place to give a fuck unless they're trying to kill each other. I'd rather slum it with the uncursed.

[reaping_havoc]

By all means, slum away.

I think you know a friend of mine. Tony Foster?

[bitingnightmare]

Lee Nicholas.

[reaping_havoc]

Lee, too. Though stay away from Lee today, I heard he was cursed.

[bitingnightmare]

I heard, and as stated I don't give a fuck unless they're trying to kill each other. There's not enough aspirin in the world to fix the headache over that backlash.

[reaping_havoc]

I think that's when you go out and get really, really drunk.

[bitingnightmare]

Anything to legitimize boozing.

[reaping_havoc]

Pretty sure living in the City is a good reason for anybody to drink, if they need an excuse.